Answer:
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
I am seen in the water. If seen in the sky, I am in the rainbow, a jay's feather, and lapis lazuli.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?